Dies Irae
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,373
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Remembering
Octava Charta: Remembering
Motto: "Cui dolet meminit." ---- Cicero, "Pro Murena", 20, 42 ----
Aemilia was heaving violently, one hand clutching desperately at the trunk of the tree. By Gods, her head was spinning and she was sure it was only by pure luck that she had managed to walk the right path of the three she had been seeing. To sum it all, Daizus was standing close to her, his arms crossed across his chest.
Taking big breaths, Aemilia turned around shakily.
"I am not feeling very well…" she stated in a small, shaky l voice.
"You do look kinda blue!" he smiled at her misery, despite the fact that he himself had a huge headache. "Veni, let's get back inside!" he took her arm and they slowly started walking back to the house.
Aemilia would have refused his help, but in the state she was in, she was willing to cut him some slack. Last night was still a blur, she remembered only bits and bits, like in a modern flashback. Fortunately, as she woke up in the morning, she was still fully clothed, the pants securely tied with a rope around her waist.
"Aemila!" he called her " don't go outside the house, bene? The bears are leaving their winter lairs and they are rather aggressive, so stay inside, all right?"
The girl gave him a dazed look, tripping over a rock. Fortunately, his grip on her arm was strong and helped her regain her balance.
"How…how did you know my name?" she babbled, rubbing her temple with her free hand.
"You told me last night, remember?" his voice was tick with frustration. She did not remember, how dare she not too? Perhaps, it was still an effect of drinking, and most clearly it would wear off in time.
"Non. Please, take it easier, my head hurts. What has happened last night?", she whispered.
He stopped, forcing her to stop to, and without saying a word, picked her up and took her in the house. She whimpered every time they made a slightly more rough movement, the world spinning around her, and making her dizzy.
He laid her on the bad, pulling the blankets firmly around her. He playfully grabbed her nose between two fingers, shaking it slightly and chuckling at her outraged expression.
"Don't get out!" he warned again, and bent down, so their noses were almost touching. Aemilia, not actually aware of what she was doing, titled her chin in an offer for kissing. "And get a bath, woman, you stink!" he added, standing up quickly.
Her eyes popped out in rage and she let out a shriek, before grabbing her head and curling into a foetal position. Apparently, screaming was not advisable when you had a tremendous hangover.
Sometime later, having bathed and eaten something, Aemilia was laying on her back in the bed, staring at the wooden beams that sustained the ceiling. So, he had found out her name… that was not at all good. Drinking would be so out of question until she escapes…although, really she would not be allowed to drink once she returned to civilisation. Half-formed memories were forming in her mind, and she found herself a little upset at the thought that Daizus would be dead. He had been the only one in a long, long time to treat her like a real person, and not like a beautiful doll, to be admired and exposed.
Sighing, she rolled over, burying the head in the pillows. What was she thinking? What would her father say if he heard her thoughts. Surly, he would be disappointed, but for the first time in her life, Aemilia didn't care what he would think. She knew he thought of her as failure, she had never been good enough for him, starting with the day she had been born as a girl.
Long-forgotten memories flooded her: the way he instructed her when she had barely began to walk, the beating she received every time she made the slightest mistake, the endless riding hours and the Spartan way of life. Daddy had always wanted to have a boy to raise and educate as a true warrior, and when Aemilia was born had decided to raise her as one.
She did her best to lift up to his expectations, but she never could. The old general had been too roughened by the endless wars to realise that the child who had to take only cold baths, winter or summer, was only a fragile little girl.
Still, she was happy that her father spent his time with her and she was decided to do her best. Yet, almost 10 years later, Antonia, her mother had given birth to a baby-boy, and Aemilia was no longer important. She had been only a substitute, now he got the real thing, the true boy to pass his name and fortune to.
Hence, she was left, at age 10 as a half-split child. She couldn't play with the boys, because they wouldn't accept her, and she was way too violent for the girls. She hadn't cared for this kind of things before, she had her father to look up to, to please, and now she discovered just how lonely she truly was. To this day, Aemilia still had nightmares with her father walking away from her, while she cried and begged him to stay, asked him not to leave her, but her harder she cried, the colder he turned.
She remembered all the pain she felt every time her adored daddy went past her, without sparing her a glance, forever preoccupied by her brother, whom for that reason alone she hated. Antonia, her mother, had always been a meek woman, who served only as an annex to her husband, and she could do little for her daughter.
Aemilia learned to work with the wool and do all kinds of feminine things in order to re-gain the attention of her father, but she had little success. As years went by, the once happy child turned sour and meek, letting the others to rule her life, nor caring what was to happen next.
When she was announced that she was to marry Marcus, she barely nodded.
And now, at age 19 her life had turned again adventurous as the strange man who had kidnapped her, had somehow turned the barely smouldered fire into a blaze. Absently, she wondered how old he was.
Moaning and grumbling noises pulled her out of her reverie. With a start, she realised that she had been crying, the pillow was soaking wet. Rolling her sleeves she carefully went to the door and opened it slightly, gasping at the site.
A huge brown bear was near the house, apparently looking for food. Its arched claws were digging in the ground, as it roared unhappily with the lack of result.
Aemilia's eyes popped out as she noticed that the bear was destroying her laurels in his searched for something to eat. No, what was the stupid animal doing, stepping on her plants, turning her carefully-crafted plan into morsels of grass and brownish mud ?
Without even realising what she was doing, Aemilia opened the door powerfully, and gave a battle cry as she picked up a stone and threw it at the bear, hitting it in the chest. Its attention was quickly drawn to the source of the hit, which was Aemilia, and with a deafening roar it started running towards her.
Normally, it would have been enough for her to enter the house and shut the door in order to be safe. However, seeing almost half a tone running towards her, made the girl loose her common sense and desperately, she started running into the forests, desperately trying to get away from the enraged beast.
Hehe, a cliffhanger..I don't do many, but, well, I decided to put this transitional chapter. The next one will be very important for the story…
~~~
Cui dolet meminit = he who had suffered, remembers.
Veni = come!
Bene = ok
Motto: "Cui dolet meminit." ---- Cicero, "Pro Murena", 20, 42 ----
Aemilia was heaving violently, one hand clutching desperately at the trunk of the tree. By Gods, her head was spinning and she was sure it was only by pure luck that she had managed to walk the right path of the three she had been seeing. To sum it all, Daizus was standing close to her, his arms crossed across his chest.
Taking big breaths, Aemilia turned around shakily.
"I am not feeling very well…" she stated in a small, shaky l voice.
"You do look kinda blue!" he smiled at her misery, despite the fact that he himself had a huge headache. "Veni, let's get back inside!" he took her arm and they slowly started walking back to the house.
Aemilia would have refused his help, but in the state she was in, she was willing to cut him some slack. Last night was still a blur, she remembered only bits and bits, like in a modern flashback. Fortunately, as she woke up in the morning, she was still fully clothed, the pants securely tied with a rope around her waist.
"Aemila!" he called her " don't go outside the house, bene? The bears are leaving their winter lairs and they are rather aggressive, so stay inside, all right?"
The girl gave him a dazed look, tripping over a rock. Fortunately, his grip on her arm was strong and helped her regain her balance.
"How…how did you know my name?" she babbled, rubbing her temple with her free hand.
"You told me last night, remember?" his voice was tick with frustration. She did not remember, how dare she not too? Perhaps, it was still an effect of drinking, and most clearly it would wear off in time.
"Non. Please, take it easier, my head hurts. What has happened last night?", she whispered.
He stopped, forcing her to stop to, and without saying a word, picked her up and took her in the house. She whimpered every time they made a slightly more rough movement, the world spinning around her, and making her dizzy.
He laid her on the bad, pulling the blankets firmly around her. He playfully grabbed her nose between two fingers, shaking it slightly and chuckling at her outraged expression.
"Don't get out!" he warned again, and bent down, so their noses were almost touching. Aemilia, not actually aware of what she was doing, titled her chin in an offer for kissing. "And get a bath, woman, you stink!" he added, standing up quickly.
Her eyes popped out in rage and she let out a shriek, before grabbing her head and curling into a foetal position. Apparently, screaming was not advisable when you had a tremendous hangover.
Sometime later, having bathed and eaten something, Aemilia was laying on her back in the bed, staring at the wooden beams that sustained the ceiling. So, he had found out her name… that was not at all good. Drinking would be so out of question until she escapes…although, really she would not be allowed to drink once she returned to civilisation. Half-formed memories were forming in her mind, and she found herself a little upset at the thought that Daizus would be dead. He had been the only one in a long, long time to treat her like a real person, and not like a beautiful doll, to be admired and exposed.
Sighing, she rolled over, burying the head in the pillows. What was she thinking? What would her father say if he heard her thoughts. Surly, he would be disappointed, but for the first time in her life, Aemilia didn't care what he would think. She knew he thought of her as failure, she had never been good enough for him, starting with the day she had been born as a girl.
Long-forgotten memories flooded her: the way he instructed her when she had barely began to walk, the beating she received every time she made the slightest mistake, the endless riding hours and the Spartan way of life. Daddy had always wanted to have a boy to raise and educate as a true warrior, and when Aemilia was born had decided to raise her as one.
She did her best to lift up to his expectations, but she never could. The old general had been too roughened by the endless wars to realise that the child who had to take only cold baths, winter or summer, was only a fragile little girl.
Still, she was happy that her father spent his time with her and she was decided to do her best. Yet, almost 10 years later, Antonia, her mother had given birth to a baby-boy, and Aemilia was no longer important. She had been only a substitute, now he got the real thing, the true boy to pass his name and fortune to.
Hence, she was left, at age 10 as a half-split child. She couldn't play with the boys, because they wouldn't accept her, and she was way too violent for the girls. She hadn't cared for this kind of things before, she had her father to look up to, to please, and now she discovered just how lonely she truly was. To this day, Aemilia still had nightmares with her father walking away from her, while she cried and begged him to stay, asked him not to leave her, but her harder she cried, the colder he turned.
She remembered all the pain she felt every time her adored daddy went past her, without sparing her a glance, forever preoccupied by her brother, whom for that reason alone she hated. Antonia, her mother, had always been a meek woman, who served only as an annex to her husband, and she could do little for her daughter.
Aemilia learned to work with the wool and do all kinds of feminine things in order to re-gain the attention of her father, but she had little success. As years went by, the once happy child turned sour and meek, letting the others to rule her life, nor caring what was to happen next.
When she was announced that she was to marry Marcus, she barely nodded.
And now, at age 19 her life had turned again adventurous as the strange man who had kidnapped her, had somehow turned the barely smouldered fire into a blaze. Absently, she wondered how old he was.
Moaning and grumbling noises pulled her out of her reverie. With a start, she realised that she had been crying, the pillow was soaking wet. Rolling her sleeves she carefully went to the door and opened it slightly, gasping at the site.
A huge brown bear was near the house, apparently looking for food. Its arched claws were digging in the ground, as it roared unhappily with the lack of result.
Aemilia's eyes popped out as she noticed that the bear was destroying her laurels in his searched for something to eat. No, what was the stupid animal doing, stepping on her plants, turning her carefully-crafted plan into morsels of grass and brownish mud ?
Without even realising what she was doing, Aemilia opened the door powerfully, and gave a battle cry as she picked up a stone and threw it at the bear, hitting it in the chest. Its attention was quickly drawn to the source of the hit, which was Aemilia, and with a deafening roar it started running towards her.
Normally, it would have been enough for her to enter the house and shut the door in order to be safe. However, seeing almost half a tone running towards her, made the girl loose her common sense and desperately, she started running into the forests, desperately trying to get away from the enraged beast.
Hehe, a cliffhanger..I don't do many, but, well, I decided to put this transitional chapter. The next one will be very important for the story…
~~~
Cui dolet meminit = he who had suffered, remembers.
Veni = come!
Bene = ok